"Gwen!" Lucien called out through the telepathic link, his mind-voice sharp with a final, desperate instruction. "The moment you see the purple fire erupt beneath your boots, you must completely extinguish your inner sun. Total dark. If your light stays active, Kaelen's lunar density will cause a kinetic explosion when he touches your skin."
"I'm ready..." her voice fluttered back, a faint, dying ember. "Hurry... the marble is reaching my knees..."
"Now, wolf!" Lucien shouted, slamming both of his bleeding palms flat against the glass-transformed stone floor.
A massive, blinding pillar of dark purple void-static erupted from his hands, shooting straight through the white imperial light and carving a clean, dark path of absolute-zero non-space directly through the gravity field.
ONE.
